Part 2 — AN INSCRIPTION.
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Shepherd, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner, Whate’er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst, Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone, Arch’d, and o’erwrought with many a sacred verse, This iron cup chain’d for the general use, And these rude seats of earth within the grove, Were giv’n by FATIMA. Borne hence a bride, ’Twas here she turn’d from her beloved sire, To see his face no more.[1] Oh, if thou canst, (’Tis not far off) visit his tomb with flowers; And may some pious hand with water fill The two small cells scoop’d in the marble there, That birds may come and drink upon his grave, Making it holy![2] ————